Page 141 of Lucifer's Redemption

I smiled, pressing my lips to his, my legs already straddling his hips. “You sucked up all that yucky stuff.” I half giggled. “You don’t seem yourself.”

Luci’s hands roamed my body, not out of lust or desire, but just feeling me as if confirming I was actually here. I was still sitting in front of him. I wasn’t going anywhere.

I knew what I had to do when I first stepped foot in the palace. I was to touch Zeus’ body and take whatever evil sat in him. I just couldn’t fathom how powerful it was, and once I touched his hands, I knew it was over for me. A god or goddess dying was unheard of, but if my mark being a lamb was any inclination, I knew it was what the Fates had in store for me.

I touched Luci’s mark, and he shivered under my touch. His cock rubbed my clit as he groaned. “Bunny,”—he pulled me to his chest—“you can never leave me.” His grip tightened. “I’ll always find you.”

“I had to help,” I softly argued. “It was about me, you, and the rest of the worlds. We have to work together, right?” A tear ran down Luci’s cheek. I caught it with my thumb. “Mates are stronger together,” I whispered.

The palace was restored piece by piece, and the darkened clouds in the sky departed. The land was healing itself; the fire and lightning that rained down on the heavens ceased and now new foliage sprouted across the lands.

One goddess, who I assumed was Persephone, was twiddling her fingers around vines, plants, and shrubs near the palace, holding a little baby in her arms. Gabriel, who had just awoken from the evil that consumed him, rushed through the gaping hole in the wall to embrace her. One arm slipped around her while the other caressed the young baby’s head.

Luci gripped my hand. My white leather outfit was still littered with ash as we stepped down the palace steps. The road home would be easier than getting here. Hades stood before us, his back straight and his pants ripped from shifting. Ember stood by him, her hand in his as Lilith screamed with excitement.

“Da!” Her hand reached out to Hades. The brooding face he had set before, now donned a smile as he picked her up.

Baby gods and goddesses must grow fast because I swear, she looked almost one-year-old by human standards.

Within a blink of an eye, we all landed back in the Underworld Palace's foyer. Luci gripped my hand, pulling me away from the group of gods who traveled with us.

Resisting his pull, I shook my head. “What’s going on?”

Luci brushed away his dirty hair, the dried blood flaking off his body. “They are going to take care of Kronos,” he gritted his teeth. “We are going to our room.”

Trying to hold back a smile, I pursed my lips together, holding in the excitement to be alone with him again. “Don’t you want to end him, too?” I asked, making sure.

Luci’s vision trailed back to the group of gods, who were in a heated discussion. Luci pulled his sword off his hip, dropping it to the foyer floor. The loud noise it made as it bounced away from him didn’t even warrant a glace from the gods.

“This is between them and their father.” Luci’s hand squeezed mine as he rushed us down the halls. My feet weren’t carrying me fast enough to keep up with his long strides, and before I knew, it he lifted me into his arms, cradling me like a child.

“Luci!” I gripped his neck.

Blaze hopped out of our room, his bright, flaming tail waving brightly. Chittering, he ran down the hall before Luci could approach him.

“You are scaring him!”

Luci only grunted in reply before he kicked the double doors open to our dark room. Assuming he was going to deposit me on the bed, he surprised me as he went to the bathroom door. The entire bathroom was lit with hundreds of candles with red rose and gardenia petals scattered intermittently between each candle. The candles adorned each open space on the counter, the floor, and even the windowpanes, only the path that led us straight to the shower that was already running with steam was excluded. Water droplets cascaded down the glass from waterfalls that erupted from the gold ceiling.

Before I could comment on how beautiful or magnificent it was, Luci had me in the shower, pushing me up against the glass. My clothes became drenched with water, and my breath heaved at the proximity of his mouth to my neck.

His touch wasn’t forced or rushed. It was gentle as his fingertips pulled my clothes down my body. With each newfound inch of my skin he released, he placed a chaste kiss, starting at my shoulder and trailing down my arm, until he kissed every single finger on my hand.

“Luci,” I whispered.

He didn’t reply as he repeated his affections on the other side of my body. I wanted to believe he was toying with me, trying to make me beg, but the way his lips touched my skin—how soft, how slowly he rubbed his face against each part of my body—it showed a new side to my Lucifer. The brooding god, who dared to defy all odds of conquering his anger, let me into his heart. The god who knew nothing but destruction, and who feared my demise based on a prophecy, saved me, just as much as I saved him. The water cascaded down my body as I felt the heat of the water trickle down my breasts. Luci’s tongue licked between them as he lifted his head to meet my lips with his.

Tangling our bodies with each other, his hands roamed my backside. Both of our eyes were partially opened, staring at each other. As odd as it may seem, it was so intimate just the way we kissed, as if afraid one of us would disappear from existence—because we almost did.

“My beautiful mate,” he moaned, pulling my hips into him. His erection rubbing against my stomach burned a new desire into me. I wanted to be closer, I wanted to never leave his body. Lucifer’s emotion filled my heart to the brim, spilling over into my soul with the love and affection he wanted to show me.

The hint of residual fear in his emotions spurred hot tears to spring to my eyes. The emotion that ran through the both of us was so overwhelming only actions could sate it. My fingers fiddled with what was left of his pants. They fell to the floor with a thud. Dirt, ash, and whatever sin was left over washed down the drain.

“I need you,” I muttered through our kiss. “I need you now,” the crack in my voice rushed my mate.

Instantly, he transported us to the bed; our bodies were still wet as he laid me in the middle. The room that was once bare of any light was filled with candles. The aroma of roses, gardenias, and a hint of sunshine on a spring day filled my lungs.

No words were spoken between us as he lined his cock to my center. His forehead touched mine as he slid in with no resistance. My body was heavy with need when he slowly entered me. Both of us moaned, and my neck leaned to the side so his lips could suck the most erotic place on my body. My hands wrapped around his back, feeling the rhythmic thrusting of his body. Muscles tightened on his back, and small grunts left his mouth as he slid his enormous shaft into my weeping core. Moaning his name in encouragement, his rhythm pushed harder, faster, deeper.

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